A/N: Hey people! I'm not deeeeeeaaaad! Take that haters! See my computer decided to get a virus and I couldn't use it for the longest time. So now I'm stuck using my mom's old laptop where the keys stick. -_- But anyway enjoy!

As my sister approached the bush, the rustling grew more frantic and panicked.I was very scared at this point so I ran up ahead to cling onto my sister's arm. Suddenly a masked man wearing nothing but black clothes jumped out at us from behind the bush, making us scream out of surprise and fear.

"You two kiddies picked the wrong time to wander away from mommy and daddy, now didn't you? sneered the man, inching close to us with his hands outstretched while we backed away quickly. From what I can remember from here, the man had black, cold eyes and the type of smile that only a child molester would have. And at that pointin time I can still remember Bree speaking to me with her mind to my own: Ben, when I say "now" we have to run and run fast, do you understand?

I swallowed hard as the man got closer and closer to us and we kept walking backwards away from him and responded, Yes sissy, I undersand.

Just when the man was about to grab hold of my sister she screamed, "NOW!"

We both took off running through the tall trees, clinging onto each other's hands as we did so. Then we heard a voice,a woman's scream, "DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY YOU FOOL!"

As we continued to run for our lives through the thick dense forest, we heard more footsteps approaching rapidly and we tried to pick up the pace, but it was no good. The footsteps were growing louder and fast than us two six year olds. At some point in the chase, a tree root had sprang up out of nowhere and tripped my sister. When she fell I stopped to help her but-

My eyes snapped open at this first thing that I noticed was that I was panting heavily, aggravating my asthma even more than it already was on this hot day. I subconciously raised my hand to my face which felt wet from either tears or sweat, and knowing me when it comes to that specific memory, it was probably the former . I pulled off my sunglasses, forgetting that I even had them on in the first place, and started rubbing my eyes. My eyes were burning with even more tears and I tried my best to hold them in, despite the fact theat I really felt like crying right about now.

I stared at the ground in front of me, trying so hard to hold back the tears I so desperately wanted to shed for my long lost sister. Thinkinking back to what happened after my sister tripped all I can remember is her telling me run and once I made out of the forest I just...blacked out.

At this point, I just couldn't hold it in any more. I started sobbing silently as I could. I didn't even why I was crying now of all times. That memory has been living in my heart for 11 years now and I haven't cried because of it since. Actually, I can only remember a few times when I actually cried, including the time when I thought that Gwen had died but turned out to still be alive. I tried not to cry for so long in my life because I didn't want my father to regret having me for a son more than he already does.

I wanted to be a man for my father ever sine I lost my sister and he stopped loving for who I was. I wanted to, but the way I was cryng right now I was nothing, but a boy. A pathetic, crying six year old boy that I was 11 years ago.

A/N: Don't you guys feel sorry for him? I know I do! Review plz!